She’s not the girl in the red dress, with the volptious lips and peary assets.
She does not wear what everyone dictates,
nor capes herself with narcisstic takes
She’s without the way too much and overdone makeup.
The girl of my dreams, the my girl lollipop
I want to show everyone what I’ve found.
Make them jalous and feel proud
I’ve never met anything near her match.
She’s the girl in the orange shirt,
the white rebel
and the blue dress